Interpreter Poem by Anthony Davydov

Static evening, book in hands
And clock, which counts time.
On my knees I see the stanza,
Just four the other's lines.

'Silence sounds in twilights,
Beauty Moon still stares at me,
Before the sleep my home subsides,
Full Moon with mirror I can see.'

With other one this anthem knit,
It's steady aft and fore
Strophes don't repeat but howbeit fit
There will be only four

'At evening sonorous are sounds,
In town traffic fades away
I see the Moon which's full and round
Which's in the pure glass displayed.'